Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.